Lord Revan
Disclaimer: I don't own Knights of the old Republic, and I don't know how to write females, or do I own Harry Potter… well, that's enough for a disclaimer. As said before, I can't write females… it's very hard for me to do, so if I got any female fans, please tell me how to write a female character so that I'll be able to make a good female character, plus I get to get a private view of how its like to be a woman.
She came to slowly, her mind being a foggy place in which nothing seemed to be awake, but active nonetheless. "Are you awake?" a male voice spoke near to her, making her look at the direction where the voice was coming from. She saw a young man standing there, recognition within her mind, but hit was too foggy to recall just who the man was. "Wha?" was the first thing she said, looking at him, before scrunching her eyes as the light hit them, making her feel a sting.
Taris and Twi'leks
Carth looked at the dark haired young woman sitting there, looking at him and then shrinking away from the light, that had hit her in the eyes, making her instinctual reaction be like that. He sighed deeply as he watched her, but he knew she would need to go with him, because it wasn't save. "Stella, it's me, Carth Onasi." She seemed to come to her senses at the moment as her green eyes widened almost comically and then she looked around, seeing Nova stand there in the doorway, looking at the enfolding scene with a small hint of a smile on her face.
"Oh hey…" she didn't say much more, feeling like someone had hit her in the head with a blaster rifle a few times, and had got her good. The room she was in seemed to be sparsely furnished, and she thought that she could see that this was no detention centre, but an apartment of some kind, with her lying on some sort of bed. "I guess we weren't caught by the Sith?" she said, in slightly disbelief of her own question. "No, we weren't . Our escape pod crashed through a few buildings, and luckily, we weren't harmed too badly, but you were knocked unconscious throughout the break off phase, so you didn't notice anything." She looked at him weirdly and he shrugged. "Ain't nothing but the truth." He replied brusquely, making a dismissive gesture and then turning around, to see if the Jedi needed anything.
Stella could feel her ire raise at his behaviour, and the way that he had so casually dismissed her that she could feel it becoming palpable and wanted to reach out to it, to grasp it and then use it to make the man feel intense pain, before she thought about it and realised that she shouldn't be so mean against the man who had essentially saved her from death by generously allowing her into the escape pod instead of letting her die.
They walked over the walkways of Taris, watching how the Sith seemed to be crawling all over the place, and how they seemed to be looking for the escapees from the pods, which made them consider appearing inconspicuous, with Stella posing as Carth his sister, and Nova posing as his wife, a job to which she had objected to, with only small objections like how she wouldn't know how to act, and that it was not known for a Jedi to marry. Stella had no problems posing as Carth his wife, since he looked pretty nice on the eyes, and he seemed to be a kind and considerate man.
They got into the lower city easily, due to Carth and Stella using some small persuasion on the guards, bickering about how they would need to visit some brother of Carth, and why that evil bitch of a wife would have to come with them. Carth tried to reason with her, putting on a good act of a brother who loved his wife more then anything, painful memories surfacing, but nonetheless talking about it like he knew her intimately. "Stella, please remain calm. We'll only need to visit my brother and then we can return. I know you don't like her, but can't you put up with her for a moment?" Stella put her hands on her hips and said. "I don't care what it is that we are going to do at that faggot brother of yours. I don't want that stupid bitch with us while we are going to visit him. She can go and find herself a nice guy and get laid for once, that stupid whore! I just want to have a nice time with you, you're taking along that sister of yours!"
Her hand was pointed at Carth, who looked at it like it were a poisonous dagger, ready to be slitting his throat or flesh. "Well, you're coming with me anyways."
They walked past the guards who sent Carth some pitying looks, Stella feeling slightly strange, as they eventually came to a Cantina where a rather curious party of aliens was gathered, a Twi'lek standing there surrounded by them, as she apparently was smartmouthing them, muttering something about bantha poodoo or something of the lines, a big wookie springing to her defense. She didn't really care for that, taking a seat somewhere and then patting the seat next to her. "Sit down here, Carth."
Carth did as she told him, sitting down next to her, a warm feeling going through her as she looked him over, to see that the stubble on his chin was sexy in its own right, as was the look that he sent at her, a sort of paranoid look, mixed with some minor affection, if it could be called that. She looked at him for a moment, gauging his reaction if she suddenly kissed him on the cheek or something of the like, a random action that'd show that they were intimate, though why the feelings were there, she didn't know.
Nova looked around rather uncomfortably, the atmosphere in the air being all dingy and threatening to her, never mind the emanations that she was getting from the force presence of some of the inhabitants of this cantina, which spoke volumes about their usual deeds, deeds that were dark enough to count as murder, possibly even multiple ones. She shivered slightly as her hand briefly touched Stella's back, the woman turning towards her with an asking look on her face. "Yes, what do you want?"
"What do you want?" she asked Nova, who had touched her back just a few seconds ago, the action being slightly forward of the Jedi, but who was she to know of the Jedi, save for the fact that everything they did was to be trusted, that their judgement was always the right one.
"Nothing, i just sensed a warning in the force." That was almost a lie, if she hadn't had this feeling, there might just be something that screamed at her to get out of here, an image coming to her about the Rodians and the Twi'lek, the look of fury on the alien's faces, along with the blasters that they had been pointing at the Wookie and the Twi'lek making it serious business.
"We have to find that Twi'lek girl." The words passed her lips moments later, and Stella rose to her feet, the ale that she had ordered a few moments ago clanking on the table in front of her, her hand grabbing it and downing it with a gulp, then tossing a few credits at the barkeep, telling him that it'd be enough for the drinks, then abruptly dragged Carth out of his seat too, the Republic soldier getting up with the practised ease of a fighter, being dragged by Stella.
They got outside just in time to see the Rodian who'd been the one that spoke out against the twi'lek grab his blaster and point it at the girl, Stella's hand on her blaster almost immediately, drawing it and taking aim, before the Rodian even had the movement to shoot.
"Hey, go pick on someone your own size, you bantha!" she shouted at the Rodian, before shooting at the walkway next to the Rodian, a burn mark being left behind where teh blaster bolt hit the ground, the Rodians turning around to look at her, drawing their blasters immediately afterwards. Stella glanced at Carth, who'd already picked up his own private blaster, taking aim and then firing, one of the Rodians down with a leg being blasted off, before she took aim and fired a shot, a blaster bolt sizzling past her ear, into the Cantina, where it must've hit something, because there was a shattering sound. She watched as the bolt flew through the air, hitting the Rodian in the neck, the burning stench of hair being smelled by her, the Rodain falling to the ground lifeless, the bolt being enough to kill it. Nova's lightsaber flashed into action in front of her, deflecting one of the bolts, causing it to hit the walkway harmlessly. As the last Rodian unleashed a hail of blaster rounds before being put down by Carth, who looked at his blaster then pulled them away from it all. "Run, they'll catch us if we stay around too long. No doubt the Sith will hear of this, and we'd better get away before they find us. Jedi are somewhat high on their picking list, I recon."
Nova had nothing to say about that, running with Carth as they moved through the streets, the Twi'lek and the Wookie running with them., also having gotten the clue that it'd be unsafe for them. They followed the Wookie, who stood out against the other aliens, the fur and other hairy bits being enough to follow through the dim lighting of the Lower city. They watched as the Wookie and the Twi'lek ducked into an alley, following them into it immediately, without regard for their own health. "So, thanks for the help."
The Twi'lek spoke gratefully, although there was a blaster on her hip, which might indicate that she'd have been able to handle it herself, though the Wookie said something in its rowling language, the sound of it being pretty incomprehensible to Stella, as she kept her gaze on teh Twi'lek. "My name's Mission Vao, and this big guy over here is Big Z, or Zaalbar, that's his name." The wookie gave another howl of agreement, Stella finding a smirk settling on her face. "I'm grateful for the fact that you've decided to help me out back there, those Rodians were thinking of me as some little girl, but you sure showed em. Still, if we'd stayed around the Sith'd probably catch us, so i'm still pretty damn grateful. Need a guide, or a tour of the lower city?"
Carth blinked at the girl's stream of words, the entire sentence being spoken in Basic, the language of the Twi'lek not being on the tongue of the young one, making him wonder how she had made Basic her main language. "You're a long way from your home planet, Mission. Don't you have parents?" the question, though it pained him a little, made him be reminded of his own family, of how cruelly they had been ripped away from him by the Sith, how the Dark Lord must've laughed when he destroyed Telos.
"No, just an older brother... who isn't here, by the way." She said, a bit too quickly, some doubt on the brother part taking root within Stella, some warm feeling coming to her all of a sudden, as she took the Twi'lek's hand for a moment, feeling the callousses on it, which showed that the girl surely knew her way around the streets. "You're a scoundrel, aren't you?"
"What do you mean with that? Of course, I've been called worse, but still, calling me a scoundrel isn't classy, lady." Stella looked at the girl for a moment, before starting to giggle, the feeling of the indignation of the girl being funny all of a sudden. Only the sounds of a patrol coming by made her stop, halting her breathing to give no indication that she was there, a speeder carrying Sith passing by the alley, presumably to the incident with the Rodians. Since they were aliens, it'd probably be counted as a simple vengeance or something like that, nothing big, but still, it'd be a hassle if they got arrested. Of course, with Carth still wearing that ridiculous Republic vest, it'd simply be a matter of time before they'd be caught by some Sith who didn't ignore the bright colored thing.
She looked at the young woman with a somewhat suspicious look. Being called a Scoundrel wasn't something Mission really liked, but who was she to rebuke the woman who very well might've saved her from death. She still thought that she'd best tread lightly around the only man, though the other woman seemed to be able to be trusted, her face seemingly calm and gentle with everything. "So, who're you?" she asked the woman, who seemed to have dark hair, wore clothes that could be called militaristic, and seemed to be quite a willful woman.
"My name is Stella Blackstar, and the man over there is Carth Onasi, with my wonderful female companion being Nova Starr, a woman who's wise beyond her years." She finished with a flourish, giving a mock bow before the Twi'lek, before rising. A giggle could be heard from Mission's mouth, and Stella knew that her little act had worked. Now they would only have to find Bastila and it'd all be fine again, though why they would have to find her, she forgot. She wondered if they'd be able to go back home again soon, missing the comfort of… what she didn't know. She couldn't remember a thing, except that she wanted to go home all of a sudden.
The airy look that she got on her face was enough to warn Nova that Stella might be lost in thought, and would need to be shaken out of it. "Stella, are you alright?" the question should shock Stella out of her daze were it merely a musing of the other woman, but it wasn't the case, as Stella just continued staring at the wall, her hand slightly raised as she nibbled on the bottom of her lip. She looked at the Twi'lek for a long time, as she began to ponder random things, wondering why she had no recollection of a place called home, the wonderings turning up blank as she refocused herself as she was tugged by the sleeve. "Stella?"
"Yes, Carth?" she replied, looking at the man and again feeling that same warm feeling go through her, wondering just why she felt this way, looking at the way that his small little beard grew which seemed to be so cute in her eyes.
"We need to go now. Mission, do you think you'll be alright?" the man dared to ask the question, the young girl looking at him and then mock-kicking at him. "I got Big Z to guard me, you strung-up Republic soldier, I don't need your worries." Carth scoffed slightly, appalled at the rude treatment he got. Zaalbar growled something in Shrywook, the sound being a cross between a howl and a drawn-out gurgle, the look at Mission gave Zaalbar being one of scepsis. "You shouldn't say that, Big Z, it'd be impolite. I guess we'll find our way back to our place, so take care, Carth-daddy." With that, the Twi'lek and Wookie departed, leaving Carth standing there with open mouth.
"Carth-daddy? You got put in your place for being a mother-hen, Carthy-boy." Stella muttered to him as she watched his mouth move a few times, no words coming out. A small giggle from Nova attracted her attention, and she looked at the other woman, who was a bit older then him.
"You giggled! I thought your kind weren't allowed to have fun." Nova's brow furrowed, sighing slightly as she shook her head. "We're allowed to have fun, but we can't give in to it too much. It'd be pulling us to the dark side. Relationships are also forbidden by the code, as it would lead our hearts astray." The words tumbled from her lips, Carth slowly getting out of his daze at being insulted by the young Twi'lek and Stella looking at her as if she'd grown a second head which spoke Bothan.
"Come ON! You got to lighten up a little, screw that code of yours. You need to go out and get yourself a nice hot piece of man, who'll then treat you like the queen that you are. You're a woman with assets, use them for once. Fuck that code of yours. Tonight, I'm going to make you a woman." Stella looked at the Jedi with a predatory look in her eyes, Nova taking a step back, before her hand clenched around Nova's. "Carth, we're going back to the apartment. We are going to make sure that Nova's looking nice and fine for tonight, because we're going out, no matter what."
Carth could only shake his head at the antics of the female, briefly wondering if most women would be like this, including his late wife, Morgana. I miss you darling… But for now, I'll just have to go with this woman, to see what fate has in store for her. Let's hope we find Bastila soon enough.
A new wonderful chapter written by yours truly. Sorry about the long wait, I kind of lost the Star Wars vibe. I hope that you will review this, and I hope to receive at least 10 reviews, it'd make a nice total of 100 reviews… Also, i need some tips on how to convincingly write a female... i'm rusty...
Demon God of Chaos
PS: I will skip some time in the next chapter, up until they meet Mission. The 'night out' will be referred to, of course, by Nova, who was noticeably abashed by it.